My best friend is telling me that she had a dream where a girl was trying to steal her ruby slippers. She told the girl to buy her own at PayLess. Somehow I think those aren't real rubies!!

I'm sorry I haven't been here - it's been a bit nutty at work. Nothing bad though. Today is the first day that 80% or more of the company are out for the holidays. It makes being here incredibly boring. But I'm not complaining.

I love it that you guys are leaving comments, and I will address them all either later today or tonight.

"Tales Of Hoffman" has finally come to me from Netflix. I started it last night. I've been waiting to see this film for years because it's Michael Powell. Have you seen "The Red Shoes"? My god how I loved that film. How I wanted to be Moira Shearer! I hear she's still alive (Must be 80 by now). I think I've loved every Powell film I've seen...Black Narcissus, I Know Where I'm Going!, Peeping Tom. Like filmed paintings kind of. But Hoffman is an opera. Not my usual cup of tea, but I'm into it.

I go back to the doctor on Monday. I was hoping to hear the baby's heartbeat, but a friend (who just discovered that she's carrying twins!) told me they no longer do that with the Doppler. I'm kind of sad - I wanted to hear that washing machine like sound!!

I think I feel the baby moving, and I was just talking to Angel about that (she's the one with the ruby slipper dreams). She said she felt her daugher moving very early, so maybe that is what I'm feeling. How amazing!

I was going to be seeing Capote with my other best friend Nancy tonight, but we're both tired. We're pooping out.

Someone sent my boss & I these nuts from Texas, which I thought was great. Until I put one in my mouth!! WOW! Spicy freakin' nuts man! Heh heh. It was funny. Guess I won't be taking those home tonight!

Speaking of weird food items, I have hated pineapple since I went to Hawaii as an angry 13 year-old pseudo punk rocker, and had to go to the Dole Plantation on a tour with my mother and sister. If I could tell you how sick I was from the smell of pineapple, and how badly I just wanted to go back to the hotel. Well, the stupid tour finally ended, and we get on the tour bus, only to BREAK DOWN for 2 hours in the middle of the actual plantation. I thought I was going to die from the smell of pineapple (when you're 13, you do think you can die from smells, or at least I thought so!). I haven't touched pineapple except in an occasional pina colada (it's oh so punk!) and NOW it's just about ALL I WANT!! I have a little tropical baby in my belly who is just so demanding of this stuff! It's so weird.

I'll be back later on. Thanks for stopping by!